From Randy Dunne

I remember in the recesses of my memory a certain young suitor of my youngest daughter was visiting. He and a friend as I recall were engaged is some form of male dominance expression and the coffee table upon which they were wrestling was destroyed beyond repair. When I was appraised of the incident although disappointed and angry, held my temper and simply banned the WWE champs from the house for a period of time. The question is did I overreact???

Love Ya

From Nicole Stocking

Recently while doing yardwork I attempted to start the string trimmer...5 minutes after pulling the start cord and several scraped knuckles later, which by the way really added to my frustration, I found myself giving the string trimmer a few slams on the ground and yelling "Work! Work! Work!" It did!

From Marco Fabbrini

John, this is simple. Sergio beat me in a game of tennis today and I was tempted to toss my racket...lol. But I withheld.

Here's an example where I acted on some frustration. One time in high school, I had a bad game. So after the game I took a broken stick and whacked it against a tree a couple times.

Hell in Fee Simple Absolute

For the last month and a half or so I've been studying for the bar. Here's the thing about the severe frustration that arises from bar study; it's not evidenced by vein-popping rage (you don't have energy for such a display). Nope, ours is an abject form of frustration signified typically by the thousand yard stare. Photographic testimonials forthcoming(?)

5k race

for the first time ever i pre registered for the cherry festival 5k race. i got a print out with a bar code to bring to pick up my race packet the day before. i thought that should make it easy. on the sheet it did not say where to pick up the stuff. when i got to the elementary school (i guessed) i showed my bar code sheet to a young lady at the entrance. she didn't know what it was and told me there were names on the wall "down there". i saw names on the wall down the hallway and walked back to ask her what i was to do next. she said, "there's some people through those doors, tell them the number next to your name. i went up to the lady to pick up my number but she told me to wait a minute while she walked to the other side of the gym with another runner. i waited several minutes and asked another lady if she knew how to do what the first lady did. she didn't. i asked a guy on the other side by the t shirts if he knew how to hand out the race numbers. he didn't. i went and stood by the first lady across the gym to let her know i was getting impatient. finally i got my stuff. the next day during the race we got to the lone water station. the same young girl at the door was manning the cups and water. none of them were pre poured. we had to stand in line with our cup and push the button to the big cooler to pour out the water.
i took the cooler and opened the top and poured it over the girl's head. Okay i was frustrated enough to do so but i made that part up.

Razor Scooter

While I was in Boston for work I had a razor scooter and used it to get around town faster. The wheels on it where small - the size of rollerblade wheels - and was prone to accidents if you hit creases or cracks in the sizewalk or road. I fell on it a few times but got up and continued on my way. The third time was a big fall going down a hill. After getting up I kicked the razor scooter and walked home leaving the thing on the side of the road. Those things are dangerous!!!